On a shimmering halo, Vanity arrives
The colour of the kings leads the way
An entourage of illusions on her wake
Mirages of silks and lies
Whispers of delight and the scent of the spotlight
Kneel before the Autumn Queen
To those of beauty and grace
She gives her favour freely
Kiss her feet and pray at the altar of glass
The supplicants, eager for light and entertainment
Drink any drop of thrill spilt in their way
Vanity shall respond
This ball is her arena,
She, the unsullied Victor
A dress is just a fancy name for armour
And glamour is her blade
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